Chapter 7: The Shot
If I should die this
very moment
I wouldn't fear
For I've never known completeness
Like being here
Christian held tightly onto his pale angel's arm,
his face blanched and flushed of color. She did the best she could to help him,
comfort him, but it would be too late soon.
"Satine! Help me,
please oh god... help me! I need you!" Christian begged, looking up that
silky white angel above him, his breath heaving.
"I can't do anything, Christian." she
answered, disappointed. "I've tried, but they forbid me to do anything of
these matters."
"Please... please I need you! You're my
guardian angel... please!"
"I can't mess with love relationships,-"
"This isn't...isn't love! It's
lust, j-just like you... warned
"You brought this onto yourself, its too deep now."
"Ah... Satine... oh please! Please at least
make him stop!", the way he spoke began to be
longer, more forced.
"I'm sorry, but I can't do anything! Please
hold on!", seemed like she was going to cry,
"I know you can do something, I just know it!"
Christian stopped short before he could even speak, his eyes blinked shut and his
head, pale and flushed, flew backwards,
hitting the wall sharply behind him, beginning to shudder.
~
He opened them back slowly, and noticed he was
staring at the ceiling, his angel was gone. He slid down, shutting his eyes
again, breathless and tired, his head resting in between his knees. He felt the
Duke's fingers brush up his body and putting back his hair, making him shiver
again, "You were beautiful. Just as I thought you'd be, my precious little
harlot."
"I'm not a harlot, I'm not yours, you do not
own me...", Christian looked up at him and
cautiously stood back up, his lazy jaded eyes looked at him in hidden anger.
"Are you sure about that?-"
"Don't think you can change my mind that
easily. I don't care who you are and what your status is, I know you don't love
me, you just think I'm some stupid whore you can easily trick into doing
anything you want." Christian spat, putting his hand in his pocket, and
quickly taking it out. Don't...
"You really do love living your life like
this? Your bohemian age is ending, your own life is ending, nothing
lives forever."
"Not everything! Love, love
lives forever!"
"Love?
You really think that love lives forever? Stupid
bohemian."
Christian's anger rose, "I am not stupid! It does live forever! You just
don't know it because..." breathe in, "because you're a god forsaken
PIMP!" breathe out. Keep control...
The Duke merely stared at this pissed little
revolutionary, "You're calling me a pimp when I can't call you a little
whore? Your lifestyle is so similar to a prostitute's! You're waiting for the
right one to ‘fall in love with', just like Satine did to you and I."
Christian was furious, but said nothing, as the ‘pimp' stood across from him,
staring him down. "Exactly; silent. Can't think
of much, can you boy? Do you want me to just end it right here and now, so you
can go on with your poor miserable life!"
"No! Unlike you, I have something to live for!
I am not a prostitute, I am a bohemian! We live in our greatest times in
life, while you just roll around in your bourgeoisie state of life,
living it meaninglessly, of royalty and greed!"
Well, that caught his attention. They both
stood silent. Christian bit his lip, controlling his breathing.
"Meaningless, is it? And a revolutionary's life isn't meaningless, I
assume?"
"Mine has meanings; truth, beauty, freedom,
and love. Yours... yours is lies, a-and repulsive glamour, and
confinement, and lust!"
"Christian I can save you; I can take you out
of this for good!"
"I am not going to be your little male harlot,
if that's what you're saying! You cannot change my life!"
The Duke shook his head at his rambling, "You
say you aren't a harlot, but look at yourself. You're pale, thin as a twig, and
you say exactly what a harlot would say. But what would you rather be; die
loveless here in a poor pathetic place like this or go back, back to your home,
back where you can be loved-!"
"I don't want to be loved like that, and I'm
not! You can't make me!"
Christian couldn't believe what he was saying. To someone higher in power than him, someone higher in class.
Class doesn't matter, something clicked in his head, and what ever it was it
was driving him now. Breaking the fantasy truth and into vraie
vérité, real truth. That the
world isn't as romantic as the pages of a novel, but a mixture of fiction,
comedy, drama, and war. The Duke seemed to stand even closer to him and
whispered, "You don't want me to make you. But if I can, I will."
Christian leaned back away, "I'd rather see
you in hell."
"...Hell it is, then."
~
Time is nothing, everything is a blur, life is a blur, and
so is reality. You miss your chance, and everything you lived for and wanted to
have and earned is washed away. In that little glass of green wormwood, no
sugar added. Nothing sweetened, this is life, and this is how it ends, in a
simple drop of a glass.
And before he knew it, he was in that glass, as he pulled the gun from his
pocket and pointed it furiously at him, right at his head. His eyes grew wide,
wanting to take back what he said, but it was too late for that now.
Too late.
He fired.
Bang.
Crash.
The
voice...is silent. Nothing heard, nothing thought. The only thing is, who has lived? And who has died?
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